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Goodwill To Men

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Blue Moon

Blue Moon Report 3 Dec 2009 16:22

- Give Us Your Money

by
Pam Ayres

It was Christmas Eve on a Friday
The shops was full of cheer,
With tinsel in the windows,
And presents twice as dear.
A thousand Father Christmases,
Sat in their little huts,
And folk was buying crackers
And folk was buying nuts.

All up and down the country,
Before the light was snuffed,
Turkeys they get murdered,
And cockerels they got stuffed,
Christmas cakes got marzipanned,
And puddin's they got steamed
Mothers they got desperate
And tired kiddies screamed.

Hundredweight's of Christmas cards,
Went flying through the post,
With first class postage stamps on those,
You had to flatter most.
Within a million kitchens,
Mince pies was being made,
On everyone's radio,
"White Christmas", it was played.

Out in the frozen countryside
Men crept round on their own,
Hacking off the holly,
What other folks had grown,
Mistletoe on willow trees,
Was by a man wrenched clear,
So he could kiss his neighbour's wife,
He'd fancied all the year.

And out upon the hillside,
Where the Christmas trees had stood,
All was completely barren,
But for little stumps of wood,
The little trees that flourished
All the year were there no more,
But in a million houses,
Dropped their needles on the floor.

And out of every cranny, cupboard,
Hiding place and nook,
Little bikes and kiddies' trikes,
Were secretively took,
Yards of wrapping paper,
Was rustled round about,
And bikes were wheeled to bedrooms,
With the pedals sticking out.

Rolled up in Christmas paper
The Action Men were tensed,
All ready for the morning,
When their fighting life commenced,
With tommy guns and daggers,
All clustered round about,
"Peace on Earth - Goodwill to Men"
The figures seemed to shout.

The church was standing empty,
The pub was standing packed,
There came a yell, "Noel, Noel!"
And glasses they got cracked.
From up above the fireplace,
Christmas cards began to fall,
And trodden on the floor, said:
"Merry Christmas, to you all."

AnninGlos

AnninGlos Report 3 Dec 2009 16:53

BM thanks, love it!
Oh for the days of hiding bikes and action men, dolls and books, long gone in this house but wonderful memories of Christmases gone.

me

me Report 3 Dec 2009 16:56

Love it mate

Wenders

Wenders Report 3 Dec 2009 17:00

Really good lol

i like Pam Ayres

FootieAngel

FootieAngel Report 3 Dec 2009 18:08

v funny x

Blue Moon

Blue Moon Report 4 Dec 2009 15:07

I think i'll have to find another one....

Blue Moon

Blue Moon Report 4 Dec 2009 15:33

pmsl....you also do it !!

MrDaff

MrDaff Report 4 Dec 2009 16:36

Once you've heard Pam Ayres, you always have to put her accent on, even in your head, lolol!!

That was brilliant, BM, lolol!! thank you

Love

Daff xxxx